I absolutely despise the Georgia Bulldogs and everything they stand for. Having grown up in Atlanta, I consider myself an expert in Bulldoggery. My peers were mostly Dawgs. My teachers were mostly Dawgs. My preacher was a Dawg. My aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents — Dawgs (and a Yellow Jacket or two). Individually, these are all fine folks. Collectively and in general, they are insufferable.

I could give you 20,000 words on the douchbaggitude of your average Georgia fan, but I have a real job and an annoyed wife, so instead I present the five worst things about Georgia: